Post by • Sparkspirit• on Dec 28, 2009 0:14:05 GMT -5
[[This is what happens when you spend sic hours in a cramped car with nothing to do, WARNING: some parts are a little graphic. I don't know why I wrote this, and rest, assured, it's not even remotely based off a true story.]]
I buried my face against his chest, tears of joy staining his Nightwish tee. His arms wrapped protectively around me, and for a moment, all the turmoil of the world vanished from my shoulders. I clung to him for dear life, never wanting to let go. He murmured softly in my ear while his fingers combed through my hair. A small whimper rose in my throat, and he chuckled softly. The sound set my body aflame.
We stood there for I don’t know how long, holding onto each other as if our lives depended on the contact. I was pretty sure mine did.
“Where have you been?” My voice wavered slightly, still choked with tears. His arms tightened sharply around me, and I welcomed the intense warmth, but he didn’t answer my question. His silence unnerved me slightly.
After a moment he finally spoke.
“Don’t worry. I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere again.” I nodded and buried my face against his chest again, despite him not answering my question. I could feel his amber eyes burning my skin with his gaze.
My heart raced. I had long since accepted the fact that I had feelings for Joel, and not just the affection between a sire and its creation. I loved him. And now, wrapped securely in his arms, I didn’t fear him leaving again. I knew he wouldn’t.
“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?!” The all-too familiar voice turned my burning blood to ice, chilling me to the core, completely unnatural for the common werewolf.
My head turned slowly, not wanting to accept the fact that I’d been careless enough to forget that I was not alone with Joel. The fire blazing in my mother eyes as she stalked toward made me cower in terror, shrinking back against my sire’s arms. I could feel his chest vibrate furiously as a growl rumbled in his throat, threatening to tear its way out.
“Get the hell away from him!” my mother shrieked, her hands clenching into fists. Even in the distance separating, my highly attuned eyes saw her fingernails biting into the skin of her palms. “He’s too old for you!” She pointed an accusing finger at Joel. “How DARE you touch my daughter?! Pedophile!”
I snapped. Something inside me was suddenly let out of its cage, loose in all its fury. I could feel Joel tense as my mood shifted violently. It was impossible to hide anything from him, sire or not. He could read me like a book with a forty-eight font size. His arms slackened around me, and a soft snarl ripped its way up my throat.
My other took no notice, of course. She hadn’t seen the subtle shift of pale blue to blazing amber in my eyes, nor heard the vicious growling that had not yet surfaced. Joel had. And despite knowing that I would never hurt him, I think he was afraid.
“Evisie Marie Taylor, get the hell away from him at once.” She stomped her foot on the ground. The heel of her boot wouldn’t survive the impact twice. She waited three seconds before shouting again.
“I meant NOW, damn it!” Her foot stomped again. The heel cracked and shattered, and she stumbled. She took a menacing step towards us, and I tightened my hold on Joel. The beast inside of me was pissed. Scared and pissed. And I was sure he would get his way.
My head drooped as if I stared at the ground, but my eyes saw nothing but flames. I heard Joel whisper my name. Not as if he was afraid. Fear was beneath my beloved sire. The tone of his voice was…encouraging. His arm rubbed up and down mine, warming my already burning skin with the friction.
Still staring at the ground and nothing at all, I spoke. My voice sounded alien, detached, as if it were coming from a third party and not my own mouth.
“Take another step, woman, and I’ll tear you apart.” There was no mistaking the throaty growl that trembled throughout the threat.
She stared at me, dumbfounded. Then she found her voice again, and cranked the volume to max.
“YOU LITTLE BITCH! I’LL BEAT YOUR ASS FOR THREATENING ME!” She decided to ignore my warning. She took a lopsided step forward, hindered by her broken heel.
That was all it took. That clumsy jerk. That tiny, yet fatal, step. She would learn her lesson, for defying me. It would be her last.
The changes started slowly. I could feel my canines grow and sharpen, the dagger-like points protruding out from my lips like some misshapen saber-toothed cat. Fur had also begun spreading across my face and arms as well, the same soft, white-blonde as my hair, but I stopped the transformation as soon as my teeth were dangerous enough to finish the job.
I looked up, and my mother screamed. I looked like a monster, and I knew it. Her scream of terror thrilled the beast within me. It was the high-pitched keening of one who knew that the Grim Reaper hovered beside them. It was the death wail of prey.
I advanced, taking a step forward. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her busted heel and falling. Her helpless clumsiness enticed the beast even more. I lunged, landing above her, one foot resting on her chest, pinning her to the ground. She was nothing more than prey now.
She screamed again, terrified and pleading. Her words meant nothing. Her horrified cry was cut off as my razor-sharp teeth broke the tender skin of her throat. I yanked as hard as I could, pulling skin and muscle and tissue with me. I stared at the dying woman, gurgling, blood pooling in the whole on her neck. I could see her spine. Blood seeped out of her mouth, her nose, her ears. The scarlet elixir pooled around her, forming an enveloping puddle just as her terror-stricken green eyes clouded over and saw no more.
I stepped back, and regained my sanity as my canine features dissolved back to normal.
I heard clapping. I turned and saw Joel, applauding my work. His eyes were dark, hungry, inviting.
“Excellent. I’ve never seen one as talented as you. You are a true beast. I knew I was right in making you one of us. The Brotherhood will be pleased.”
My heart stopped. The name sent a thrill of terror rushing through me. The Brotherhood: a pack of werewolves intent on killing and destroying.
My knees buckled, and I slowly sank to the ground, my mind going numb at the realization. Joel: my sire, my friend, my love; he was one of them, a member of the Brotherhood. I shook my head, trying to take it all in.
“So Evisie, join us. You and I, we can be together. Forever. You can stand by my side for all eternity.” He extended a hand, to help me up as I accepted his offer. I couldn’t take it. I was so bewildered. Everything was happening too fast.
“No,” I whispered, “How could you? You said you loved me.”
His voice was taunting as he smirked at me. “Did I? Did I ever say I loved you?”
He brought my memories surging to the surface, through the tie of his blood flowing in my veins.
I hurried up the stairs three at a time, eager to crawl into bed and await the following morning. Another boring day of tests and homework assignments, of preps and jocks. Of wishing Joel was just a bit younger. Despite hating the day that was fast approaching, today had been wearing me thin, leaving me exhausted. I paused and turned the fake brass handle, opened the door, and there he was, sitting in the open sill of my window, staring outside, into the quiet suburb. He turned and smiled as I entered. My face immediately flushed with embarrassment as he eyed my tight shorts and rather revealing tank top.
He moved away from the sill with the liquid grace of a seasoned werewolf. His arms instantly wound their way around my waist. I looked up at him and nearly drowned in his liquid amber gaze. I sighed and rested my head against his chest, draping my arms over his shoulders. I could feel his warm breath stir my hair as he watched me, wrapping his arms even tighter around me.
I felt his fingers tug at my chin, forcing me to look at him. As I turned to face him, his face sank closer to mine, until his lips brushed against mine.
He picked me up, not jostling me in the slightest, and carried me to my bed. He laid me down gently, hovering predatorily over my still form. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine again, making me shiver slightly. His hands pinned mine to the bed, preventing me from moving. His lips pressed against mine, full of passion and lust. Even now I could taste the mockery on his lips, but I was too lost in the moment to care.
Things progressed from there. He moved to my neck, growling softly, eliciting another shiver from my body. His teeth raked against my skin, drawing fresh red trails of blood on my neck. I whimpered at the pain, but he ignored it, digging deeper into my skin. He sank his fangs into the base of my neck. I could feel blood welling around the ivory, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screeching at the pain. Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back and bit my lip again as Joel ravaged my left shoulder, tearing at it and cutting it with his teeth.
His voice was gentle though when he spoke to me. It had to be the only thing keeping me from resisting him, in spite of the intense pain. His voice was so calm, so reassuring, so…
I don’t know when I blacked out. When I woke up, my body shrieked in agony at the slightest movement. And Joel was gone.
I cringed as the memory flood back to my conscious mind, and my body throbbed at the shadowed pain of that night. I looked over my arms and legs, at the pale scars that marred my skin, echoes of devastating injuries.
He’d hurt me. He’d abused me. I’d loved him anyway. The memory drew to a close long after I’d stopped paying attention. Never once in the memory did he say he loved me. That hurt worse than all the injuries combined. He’d used me. And I let him.
I stared up at him helpless. His eyes, once warm and safe, were cold and overflowing with lust.
I looked at my mother, blood beginning to clot on her open throat. My stomach churned in disgust. I wanted that blood. I wanted the warm meat that would not have begun to stiffen yet. And it made me sick.
“No,” I hissed at my sire, backing away.
“As I see it, you don’t have much of a choice. If I call the police, they’ll be here within minutes. It’ll be my word against yours, Evisie.”
I glanced at my mother’s corpse, sending a quick apology skyward, hoping she would get the message. I turned back to Joel, staring at his triumphant eyes. I slowly raised my shaking hand and placed it in his. He gripped it tightly and yanked me to my feet, pulling me close to him, but the warmth was gone. He was cold, emotionless.
He crushed his mouth against mine; his tongue danced across my lips, lapping the last traces of my mother’s blood from them.
[[Don't say I didn't warn you.]]
I buried my face against his chest, tears of joy staining his Nightwish tee. His arms wrapped protectively around me, and for a moment, all the turmoil of the world vanished from my shoulders. I clung to him for dear life, never wanting to let go. He murmured softly in my ear while his fingers combed through my hair. A small whimper rose in my throat, and he chuckled softly. The sound set my body aflame.
We stood there for I don’t know how long, holding onto each other as if our lives depended on the contact. I was pretty sure mine did.
“Where have you been?” My voice wavered slightly, still choked with tears. His arms tightened sharply around me, and I welcomed the intense warmth, but he didn’t answer my question. His silence unnerved me slightly.
After a moment he finally spoke.
“Don’t worry. I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere again.” I nodded and buried my face against his chest again, despite him not answering my question. I could feel his amber eyes burning my skin with his gaze.
My heart raced. I had long since accepted the fact that I had feelings for Joel, and not just the affection between a sire and its creation. I loved him. And now, wrapped securely in his arms, I didn’t fear him leaving again. I knew he wouldn’t.
“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?!” The all-too familiar voice turned my burning blood to ice, chilling me to the core, completely unnatural for the common werewolf.
My head turned slowly, not wanting to accept the fact that I’d been careless enough to forget that I was not alone with Joel. The fire blazing in my mother eyes as she stalked toward made me cower in terror, shrinking back against my sire’s arms. I could feel his chest vibrate furiously as a growl rumbled in his throat, threatening to tear its way out.
“Get the hell away from him!” my mother shrieked, her hands clenching into fists. Even in the distance separating, my highly attuned eyes saw her fingernails biting into the skin of her palms. “He’s too old for you!” She pointed an accusing finger at Joel. “How DARE you touch my daughter?! Pedophile!”
I snapped. Something inside me was suddenly let out of its cage, loose in all its fury. I could feel Joel tense as my mood shifted violently. It was impossible to hide anything from him, sire or not. He could read me like a book with a forty-eight font size. His arms slackened around me, and a soft snarl ripped its way up my throat.
My other took no notice, of course. She hadn’t seen the subtle shift of pale blue to blazing amber in my eyes, nor heard the vicious growling that had not yet surfaced. Joel had. And despite knowing that I would never hurt him, I think he was afraid.
“Evisie Marie Taylor, get the hell away from him at once.” She stomped her foot on the ground. The heel of her boot wouldn’t survive the impact twice. She waited three seconds before shouting again.
“I meant NOW, damn it!” Her foot stomped again. The heel cracked and shattered, and she stumbled. She took a menacing step towards us, and I tightened my hold on Joel. The beast inside of me was pissed. Scared and pissed. And I was sure he would get his way.
My head drooped as if I stared at the ground, but my eyes saw nothing but flames. I heard Joel whisper my name. Not as if he was afraid. Fear was beneath my beloved sire. The tone of his voice was…encouraging. His arm rubbed up and down mine, warming my already burning skin with the friction.
Still staring at the ground and nothing at all, I spoke. My voice sounded alien, detached, as if it were coming from a third party and not my own mouth.
“Take another step, woman, and I’ll tear you apart.” There was no mistaking the throaty growl that trembled throughout the threat.
She stared at me, dumbfounded. Then she found her voice again, and cranked the volume to max.
“YOU LITTLE BITCH! I’LL BEAT YOUR ASS FOR THREATENING ME!” She decided to ignore my warning. She took a lopsided step forward, hindered by her broken heel.
That was all it took. That clumsy jerk. That tiny, yet fatal, step. She would learn her lesson, for defying me. It would be her last.
The changes started slowly. I could feel my canines grow and sharpen, the dagger-like points protruding out from my lips like some misshapen saber-toothed cat. Fur had also begun spreading across my face and arms as well, the same soft, white-blonde as my hair, but I stopped the transformation as soon as my teeth were dangerous enough to finish the job.
I looked up, and my mother screamed. I looked like a monster, and I knew it. Her scream of terror thrilled the beast within me. It was the high-pitched keening of one who knew that the Grim Reaper hovered beside them. It was the death wail of prey.
I advanced, taking a step forward. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her busted heel and falling. Her helpless clumsiness enticed the beast even more. I lunged, landing above her, one foot resting on her chest, pinning her to the ground. She was nothing more than prey now.
She screamed again, terrified and pleading. Her words meant nothing. Her horrified cry was cut off as my razor-sharp teeth broke the tender skin of her throat. I yanked as hard as I could, pulling skin and muscle and tissue with me. I stared at the dying woman, gurgling, blood pooling in the whole on her neck. I could see her spine. Blood seeped out of her mouth, her nose, her ears. The scarlet elixir pooled around her, forming an enveloping puddle just as her terror-stricken green eyes clouded over and saw no more.
I stepped back, and regained my sanity as my canine features dissolved back to normal.
I heard clapping. I turned and saw Joel, applauding my work. His eyes were dark, hungry, inviting.
“Excellent. I’ve never seen one as talented as you. You are a true beast. I knew I was right in making you one of us. The Brotherhood will be pleased.”
My heart stopped. The name sent a thrill of terror rushing through me. The Brotherhood: a pack of werewolves intent on killing and destroying.
My knees buckled, and I slowly sank to the ground, my mind going numb at the realization. Joel: my sire, my friend, my love; he was one of them, a member of the Brotherhood. I shook my head, trying to take it all in.
“So Evisie, join us. You and I, we can be together. Forever. You can stand by my side for all eternity.” He extended a hand, to help me up as I accepted his offer. I couldn’t take it. I was so bewildered. Everything was happening too fast.
“No,” I whispered, “How could you? You said you loved me.”
His voice was taunting as he smirked at me. “Did I? Did I ever say I loved you?”
He brought my memories surging to the surface, through the tie of his blood flowing in my veins.
***
I hurried up the stairs three at a time, eager to crawl into bed and await the following morning. Another boring day of tests and homework assignments, of preps and jocks. Of wishing Joel was just a bit younger. Despite hating the day that was fast approaching, today had been wearing me thin, leaving me exhausted. I paused and turned the fake brass handle, opened the door, and there he was, sitting in the open sill of my window, staring outside, into the quiet suburb. He turned and smiled as I entered. My face immediately flushed with embarrassment as he eyed my tight shorts and rather revealing tank top.
He moved away from the sill with the liquid grace of a seasoned werewolf. His arms instantly wound their way around my waist. I looked up at him and nearly drowned in his liquid amber gaze. I sighed and rested my head against his chest, draping my arms over his shoulders. I could feel his warm breath stir my hair as he watched me, wrapping his arms even tighter around me.
I felt his fingers tug at my chin, forcing me to look at him. As I turned to face him, his face sank closer to mine, until his lips brushed against mine.
He picked me up, not jostling me in the slightest, and carried me to my bed. He laid me down gently, hovering predatorily over my still form. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine again, making me shiver slightly. His hands pinned mine to the bed, preventing me from moving. His lips pressed against mine, full of passion and lust. Even now I could taste the mockery on his lips, but I was too lost in the moment to care.
Things progressed from there. He moved to my neck, growling softly, eliciting another shiver from my body. His teeth raked against my skin, drawing fresh red trails of blood on my neck. I whimpered at the pain, but he ignored it, digging deeper into my skin. He sank his fangs into the base of my neck. I could feel blood welling around the ivory, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screeching at the pain. Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back and bit my lip again as Joel ravaged my left shoulder, tearing at it and cutting it with his teeth.
His voice was gentle though when he spoke to me. It had to be the only thing keeping me from resisting him, in spite of the intense pain. His voice was so calm, so reassuring, so…
I don’t know when I blacked out. When I woke up, my body shrieked in agony at the slightest movement. And Joel was gone.
***
I cringed as the memory flood back to my conscious mind, and my body throbbed at the shadowed pain of that night. I looked over my arms and legs, at the pale scars that marred my skin, echoes of devastating injuries.
He’d hurt me. He’d abused me. I’d loved him anyway. The memory drew to a close long after I’d stopped paying attention. Never once in the memory did he say he loved me. That hurt worse than all the injuries combined. He’d used me. And I let him.
I stared up at him helpless. His eyes, once warm and safe, were cold and overflowing with lust.
I looked at my mother, blood beginning to clot on her open throat. My stomach churned in disgust. I wanted that blood. I wanted the warm meat that would not have begun to stiffen yet. And it made me sick.
“No,” I hissed at my sire, backing away.
“As I see it, you don’t have much of a choice. If I call the police, they’ll be here within minutes. It’ll be my word against yours, Evisie.”
I glanced at my mother’s corpse, sending a quick apology skyward, hoping she would get the message. I turned back to Joel, staring at his triumphant eyes. I slowly raised my shaking hand and placed it in his. He gripped it tightly and yanked me to my feet, pulling me close to him, but the warmth was gone. He was cold, emotionless.
He crushed his mouth against mine; his tongue danced across my lips, lapping the last traces of my mother’s blood from them.
[[Don't say I didn't warn you.]]
